Tuesday, February 26, 2008

At the end it sounds strange (specially) for me everytime I hear it. And I know that the truth will amaze and hit me one day; because I feel like everytime I'm walking on thin ice. Just as it was evident that I play the role I decide on time; I still cannot fully understand those things that stabbed me before.

I feel like searching for answers I won't hear, but at the same time I wonder if that's what I really want. On one side the canon state a possibility I should not stand but cannot clear either; and the declaration of war is always the path of pain I refuse to live again. On the other, I may be suffering of an excess of welfare that keeps me looking for reasons to justify a self-inflicted sadness. It may sound pretty apocalyptic, but I have clear now that the more I feel comfortable about it; the more I prepare to fall again. I guess that's my inherited nature.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Most of the time the vision stablished over a constant has a tendency to develop a certain blindness on what is new or what has ever been there. Not always new, nor never.

They said:

"That should put your thoughts in a perspective"

the right statement should have been:

"Should that put your thoughts in a perspective?"

Many things lurked around my mind during a time in which I tried to breathe again. I still don't know if it was a good idea or anything else would have had the same effect. I'm right in the same point I started, or at least that's what I want to believe as a self-protection mechanism.

I needed to travel far away, to realize I want to stay closerI needed to scream loud, to remind me to remain silentI walked a long distance searching for something, to realize it was inside my pocket.Nothing has changed, but I'm here again, and that is what matters.